Best Culverhouse Poems
Salutations to all the poets
That waters my ink,
Those whose words never
Make my heart shrink,
Of you always i ever will think,
Standing alone, i could sink
So i grasped on your knowledge
That is without stink.
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Phyllis Babcock is a raining day,
In her Motherhood, no
Hot sun to hinder my play.
Carolyn Devonshire is a rose flower,
Tender Mother and even from afar, her
Lightening Ink draws me closer.
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Linda Marie, the Sweet heart of P S,
Is the essence of love letters
Her poems are like the good weathers,
Constance La France is indeed a rambling poet,
No wonder,her lines drives me to the point,
Doris Culverhouse won my heart,
She trades literature,
The poet Destroyer kills me
With Ink, a poet by nature.
Dr. Ram Mahta is a poetic chef,
He stirs the soup with delicious thoughts.
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Heart dedication to all my poetic friends...
For your presence is like fragrance to my breath.
Gari La Buda, an inspiration, Richard Carrie, a melodious pen, Carol Brown, a steady one,
All of you are Lightening Inks.....
Where have you been! you silly man!
don't blame it all on tryptophan!
Maladies from Malta mutATE and Gur G....itate!
as Jimbo watched the Vikings dominate!
It's true my kind heart is totally fake!
football first sweetheart!.... hope your fever breaks!
Dear Charma, you've got snow! make an ice-pack!
it's almost halftime!...... then I'll be back!
And if you grow weary of my attitude!
I'll level a few notches, and be a sweet dude!
The Ref blew his whistle!.... #4 is quite grand!
our sinking tag-poem is back on dry land!
So without much ado!
no need for a chorus!
I tag you my friend, Miss Culverhouse! Please Doris!
(Phyllis tagged John, John tagged DaneAnn, DaneAnn tagged Charmaine, Charma tagged me! and I tag Doris!)
By Doris Culverhouse
For the Inspired contest theme Where do you write by Miranda Lambert
Old
Comfy
Chair and ink
Soft music set
Write
Baby
A soul who is appreciative, creative, empathetic, spiritual
Mother of Tommy, Jr., Phyllis Brooks, and Doris Culverhouse
I love to read, write poetry, and observe nature
I try to keep my heart open to joy, gratitude, and hope
At times I fear death of my spouse, loneliness, and dementia
I would love to experience healing of the earth, end of war, and see Jesus
I am a resident of Thomaston, USA
Morgan
At times my children show their love
It seems to arrive on time and fit like a glove
My husband can be my supportive friend
Whom I believe will love me until the end
Dedicated to Zilpha Keatley Snyder author of a poem by the same name, I will print
it here.
Dreams go fast and far these days.
They go arrayed in lights or
In the dust of stars.
Dreams, these days, go fast and far.
Dreams are young, these days,
or very old,
They can be black or blue or gold.
They need no special charts,
nor any fuel.
It seems, only one rule applies,
to all our dreams-
They will not fly except in open sky.
A fenced-in dream will die.
From the Random House Book of poetry for children.
Tonight make sweet dreams fly.
Across your vast spinning creation
Slumber at peace, bubbly and rare
Magic becomes builder's sigh.
Building becomes your sation-
Life and dark eyes are fair
Swim on orcas, surf as fins
Split the starfires in embers, hun.
Tomorrow holds your dreams there!
By Doris Culverhouse in dedication to Zilpha Snyder
The Birthdays
You came into the world in the afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare
We prayed for you and God provided great Joy
A slim long bundle of happiness, God's blessing
We were full of love and gratefulness, my boy
Wonderful companion so much love overflowing
From you came this little boy who added much
Adorned with such wonderful physical traits
Downy skin, strong finger grips, powerful touch
Born with minutes to spare ALMOST late for the date.
Two generations remembered by the third
Clear as a crystal nothing at all blurred
Collaborative poem written by Sara Kendrick
And Doris Culverhouse
First Stanza: Sara
Second Stanza: Doris
Third Stanza first two lines: Sara
Third Stanza last two lines: Doris
Summary couplet: Sara
[img src="http://www.wallpaperpassion.com/upload/18797/water-mill-wallpaper.jpg"]
the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank..
red fall leaves surreal............................by Sara Kendrick
vibrant blue sky glows stronger
shadowing my dim life's light.......................By Doris Culverhouse
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea..
slow decaying mill.............................by Sara Kendrick
Vibrant life vacant
Emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy....................................by Doris Culverhouse
The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave........................By Sara Kendrick
rocks wear smoothly slick
as time ticks a new way starts
Cycling ways and days......................by Doris Culverhouse
Poem for Dad
Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
must one day be given back
for life was lent by Earth's hand
and now it is returned
Dad though lives always in us
He is the movement of the swaying tree
The light that dawns our day
He is the sparkle glistening on the sea
The energy of the wave
He is the melody of the singing bird
The notes that flutter down
He is the rustling leaves that can be heard
The greening of the ground
All that was
that nature gave
became our love, our life, our friend
All that was
that nature gave
through us need never end
Dad, we return nature's gift
with the privilege such a gift was given
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Origingal Version: (by Clive Culverhouse)
Pagan Eulogy
[He/She as appropriate]
Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
must one day be given back
for life was lent by Earth's hand
and now it is returned
(The Deceased) though lives always in us
She is the movement of the swaying tree
The light that dawns our day
She is the sparkle glistening on the sea
The energy of the wave
She is the melody of the singing bird
The notes that flutter down
She is the rustling leaves that can be heard
The greening of the ground
All that was
that nature gave
became our love, our life, our friend
All that was
that nature gave
through us need never end
(The deceased) , we return nature's gift
with the privilege such a gift was given
the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal
Vibrant blue sky glows stronger
Shadowing my dim life's light
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea...
slow decaying mill
vibrant life vacant
emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy
The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave
rocks wear smoothly slick
as time ticks a new way starts
cycling ways and days
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: New Contest Team Work
Sara Kendrick 1, 3, 5
Doris Culverhouse 2, 4, 6
Written September 19, 20, 21
Written from a picture of an Old Grist Mill
Themes Red, Water, Grist Mill, Fall
THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
There's good and bad in ‘most everything.
The same is true of guns! Ping, Ping, PING!!!
Targets as prey, almost any day,
Fun in the sun, clean family stay!
Boomerang, this wrong, right conspires.
We're all targets; guns will backfire.
On the loved throne from early shooting,
Bang! Bang! Huge torpedoes recruiting-
School massacres; what is there to say?
Beers, bullets; kill! American way?
Flash my piece for a piece of the pie.
From my cold dead hands, this gun you'll pry.
Bullet holes piercing loved ones for: Cash
Loot! Silver! Gold! Jewelry! Robbers' stash-
We must have the right to protect…. Broadcast!!!
These rights we must uphold, don't be crass.
Every home surely needs protection.
What! Haven't we learned? Expectation.
Except for prayer, we still have free speech.
How far, I ask, will lost freedoms reach?
CONTRIBUTING POETS:
Dane Smith-Johnsen, Doris Culverhouse, Ruben Ortellao, Charma Chircop, John Robbin,
Yoni Dvokis, Rain Cerdiwin Keetly, Patricia Prescott, Sara Kendrick, and
Dane Smith-Johnsen
It is mighty bizarre hanging here like this
Mom says I have to take it, so the doctor say
Next time I see his hairy face I'll give 'im a hiss
It's no fun just hanging in the closet today
My back IS a whole heap better, yes way!
For the hanging in there contest
Poem by Doris Culverhouse
8/4/11
Inspired by and adorable kitty in overalls hanging in the closet on a hook. Looks like
he lost his best friend yet content eerily.
Anne
Your words pierce me like the dagger of my demise
The cold neglect burns hot against my flesh
Scarring the heart of lonely discarded dreams.
Your words clank across sharp teeth, icy and dismissive of my worth
Priceless are the treasures of life; would you call me your treasure?
Your unspoken words stand like a wall tower to the heavens
Unpenetreble by tender longings of a girls heart
To be safe, loved and cherished has passed me by
I shall fade away a little each day
I shall see who notices, let me hide; will you seek me?
Do I remember you? do I remember love?
09/10/2015 by Doris Ann Kendrick Culverhouse
Church on a Cliff by the Ocean....
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The storm clouds roared and waves below grew violent. Death had flown to town with a powerful vengance. People gathered to pray on the grounds of the church by the sea....
The cliff has erroded and the church sits precariously above. Years and storms have
taken its toll on the cliff revealing stark danger. Fears of mudslides
and collapsing stones by the forces of nature...Made the
town folk relocate five miles inland to sound footing
Leaving the cliff church abandoned and perched
awaiting its certain destruction. Three
generations have come and gone yet
alone on its perch it waits... ` ;`
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Revival opens the doors again
Bravehearts dared to `;
sing praises
in the church
by the ocean
Perched high .. ~ ^ ~
on a cliff! ~~~ )}~~~
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Contest by Constance LaFrance Church by the Ocean
By Doris Culverhouse
9/28/2011
Swimming, life carefree
Net tightens around the school
Deliverance, grace
May your hook always be cast
Where you least expect fish caught
Synergism, save
These lost fish, grateful intent
Catch and release, Life
Responsible now
Freedom, new life in warm water
Breach, spout words, joy, sing
School of life, protective school
Numbers rise with the right bait
Bait, love, nuturance
Guide... North Star...The leader Home
Reward eternal life
In many and many ages hence
Standing on a hill that makes no sense
Archaeologist dig way down
Found way beneath a Royal Crown
Bad odor becoming intense
(This for Limerick Game or whatever passed from C.E.McMillen. I pass the Limerick torch to
Doris Culverhouse lovely daughter).